Apparently, I slept so late this morning ('til noon), that I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.

I was nearly falling asleep at about 9:30 tonight when we were sitting watching television ("The X From Outer Space" has been sitting on the TiVo for a while...it was a recommendation by the TiVo...we'd probably love to know why. It's wonderfully cheesy. So much so, that we can only take it in half hour doses and left the final act for another sitting.).

I stayed up for just a little while longer reading e-mail and rereading _Wicked_ by Gregory Maguire (since listening to the soundtrack of the musical it inspired, I've had to go back to read it again. It's wonderful).

At 11:30, I just couldn't keep my eyes open, or so I thought. I turned off the lights and climbed into bed and I've been tossing and turning ever since.

So, I sit here, listening to "Fibber McGee and Molly" and hopefully, after a few rounds of "Sweet Tooth" at Pogo.com, I'll feel like finally curling up for good.